We’re a couple steps closer to a Bucks-Warriors NBA Finals and a Sharks-Warriors Bay Area Championship double.
Remember… you heard it here first.
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Durant and Cousins don’t even play and you still win by 20 points? That’s a team that’s going to win a championship.
And when the Sharks make it a Bay Area double… you heard it here first.
I am told there were two Game Sevens yesterday in the NBA playoffs to determine who would fill the last two spots in the Conference Finals.
In other news my local Safeway has now added self-check aisles to its checkout area.
Total gamechanger.
What do you call a day where the answer to every question is yes?
Yes Day.
That’s tomorrow at the O’Connell household.
Based on the children’s book of the same name, I’m putting my son in charge of the show tomorrow. It’s his favorite day of the year.
Pizza for breakfast? Yes. Junk food in the shopping cart? Yes. Staying up late? Absolutely yes.
My son and I have the same taste in how to have fun.
I don’t know where he gets it from.
Every once in a while Jeopardy! jumps on to mainstream headlines and the general blogosphere, usually following someone who’s on a winning streak of note.
Enter James Holzhauer, the one-man wrecking crew who’s not only winning every night on Jeopardy! but just about bankrupting the enterprise in the process.
As of this writing Holzhauer has won 22 consecutive matches and tallied nearly $1.7 million. Among those 22 victories? The 12 highest single-game totals in the history of the show.
Yeah, he’s pretty good. What do you expect from a guy who’s job is “professional gambler”? (Yeah, that’s a job apparently. No less legitimate, I suppose, than professional game show contestant.)
One of the criticisms I’ve read about Holzhauer is that he’s just “too good” and makes the game uninteresting to watch. Yeah, Michael Jordan really made basketball unpopular, and after Babe Ruth nobody wanted to hit home runs anymore. You’re watching a master at work. Enjoy it.
And then I get looking at the Jeopardy! website again wondering when the next tryout is.
In case my career as a professional gambler doesn’t pan out.
Among other things this weekend I got to know a lot more about horse racing rules than I had before. You mean you can’t just plow the other horses out of the way? That’s called jockeying for position, no?
More like horsing around?
Well, thinking you won a race only to find out 20 minutes later you didn’t can’t be any pun.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have more Dad jokes to work on.
Of horse.
In the midst of the NBA playoffs, the Kentucky Derby, the Bloom (look it up), May the Fourth, and Cinco de Mayo, we have this: Stephen Strasburg of my hometown Washington Nationals recorded his 1,500th career strikeout (in a victory last night), reaching the milestone faster than any pitcher in the history of the game.
Strasburg recorded K number 1,500 in inning number 1,272, 18 fewer than previous record holder Chris Sale. The top five fastest, incidentally, all pitched in this century, when pitchers log far fewer innings than in previous eras. (I’m pretty sure Cy Young pitched 1,200 innings in a single season once.) Still, a record is a record, and 1,500 strikeouts is 1,500 strikeouts.
Though for a little perspective, to match Nolan Ryan’s career total (5,714), Stras would have to pitch at this rate until he’s 52.
Back in more temperate climes (the thermometer will be near 90 tomorrow in Northern Virginia) we are rooting for one thing, now that the Capitals are out of the playoffs, the Wizards drifted away weeks ago, and the Nats can’t even win in their sorry excuse for a division.
Bucks vs. Warriors NBA Finals.
Seriously, this is the new Celtics-Lakers.
My students–who could not point to Milwaukee on a map–are in love with the Bucks.
When I was a kid it was I want to be like Mike.
Now it’s I want to be like Giannis.
I kind of do too.
Snow.
Yeah. Legit snowstorms at the end of April. This is why I don’t live in Binghamton anymore, despite the draw of minor league baseball.
I’m happy to say the grounds crew at NYSEG Stadium was able to clear away enough of the white stuff to play a game on Saturday (actually two shortened ones). My son and I sat in the stands with about 26 other folks foolish enough to watch baseball in winter. The Rumble Ponies split the twin bill with the Portland Sea Dogs, both games ending 1-0. (The Ponies managed a total of one run on eight hits in three games against the Dogs.)
Sunday’s game?
Snowed out.
#binghamton
#classicbinghamton
I’m spending the next couple days back in the home country. Or, as it is commonly known… Ice Planet Binghamton.
Yup, get out the snowpants and the winter coats, it’s late April in upstate New York.
Assuming I don’t freeze I’ll be back to civilization Monday.